“The dream is over,” to quote a little pop band from Liverpool. Well, I’ve never stopped loving a band just because the lead singer died in a clichéd, grandiose fashion. Backlash and cool-to-be-SO-over-them has never stopped me from digging through the used DVD bin. Stop obsessing about a show because it (and its amazing spin-off) were cancelled? Why? Isn’t that what real faith is: substance of things hoped for and evidence of things not seen? This is my song of praise to Buffy. Hope you enjoy it.